Half Truths

<p><strong>I'M A BEAST.</strong></p><p><strong>UNTAMED.</strong></p><p><strong>WILD.</strong></p><p>I have no need for a mate much less a witch. Her kind is untrustworthy and cruel yet this one beckons me and the pull is near volatile. My wolf thirsts for her pinned beneath us while my teeth break flesh-mark her as ours.</p><p><em>Rejecting her is right but at what cost?</em></p><p>It's the first time the animal and I are at odds. A KING does not bend the knee.</p><p>Yet this is a simmering thirst I've fought to keep locked away; it doesn't get to come out and play often but I do enjoy the moments when I let go of the reins. Each time we meet I crave more. Each time she gives me her back while walking away the walls I've erected in her name break until what's left is wrapped around her slim finger.</p><p><em>I am her rage. She is my goddess.</em></p><p>Together they create what I am: a vengeful animal determined to protect what's <em>mine.</em></p>